part 1: The apartment was small, but the family that lived there made do. It was bright and full of life, with children’s laughing voices echoing through the hallway and the delicious aroma of dinner sizzling on the stove. There were four rooms, each flooded with light from open windows. The children’s bedroom had art projects from years past taped up on the walls and trinkets strewn about on dressers, beds, and the floor. The bunk bed had definitely outlived its warranty but each chip and loose screw was filled with memories. There was a stick figure drawn in crayon of one of the children with devil horns added to it next to the ladder. The room had a small, threadbare rug that used to be a bright pink but had faded to a quiet shade of rose. There were clothes all over the floor, and the children were arguing about who had to pick them up. Their parents’ room was bigger, and more modestly decorated with wedding photos and pictures of their families. The bed had a baby blue comforter and a plush blanket on top since the heat didn’t always work. There was a meticulously organized desk in the corner with Post-Its in neat rows with detailed plans on them in neat handwriting. There was a mug that had been decorated with intricate details in many colors of Sharpie, with the markers nestled inside. The dresser across the room was just as organized, with framed pictures set at exactly the right angle and a jewelry plate in the center. The narrow hallway also displayed drawings and photos, as well as a quilt sewn by someone’s grandmother’s grandmother that was deemed too precious to sleep with. There were scuff marks on the wall from the kids chasing each other through the apartment. -- it's kinda over 150 words oops
